Phoebe's POV
I could practically see the thoughts running through Chad's head as he massaged his forehead, clearly struggling to process what he was dealing with. He was probably wondering how Harold could claim I got bullied when I was sprawled across his couch, casually slurping bubble tea like I ran this place, while one of my alleged tormentors was laid up in the nurse's office with injuries.
If that's what bullying looked like, then this victim had some serious bite.
I could practically see him wanting to tell Harold to wake up and see who was really doing the bullying here, but he held back.
The Bailey were notorious for protecting their own, and I wasn't just any random student - I'd pulled Mitchell back from death's door, which earned me his stamp of approval. To Harold, I was family now, and he defended me like I was made of gold. Challenging him right now would probably land Chad in hot water before he could blink.
